Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.